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Ulfric/Elisif forced marriage Dub-con
(Anonymous) 2013-02-27 12:04 am (UTC)(link)Elisif is forced into a political marriage with Ulfric.
(Because, I mean come on what better way to squash any remaining Imperial supporters than to marry their figure head?)
Anyway, yeah so I want it to be set around her being forced to accept the marriage after Ulfric becomes high king and of course have it lead up to the wedding night.
Bonus points if Ulfrics a complete chauvinistic dickbag for the whole thing
Re: Ulfric/Elisif forced marriage Dub-con
(Anonymous) 2013-02-27 12:34 am (UTC)(link)Ulfric/Elisif Fill: A King for Jarl Elisif tags
(Anonymous) 2014-01-20 02:20 am (UTC)(link)Relationships: Het
Kinks: Age difference,Dub-con, Rough Sex,revenge,Some altering of cannon events and time-lines, Some altering of Castle Dour and other buildings.Non-cannon descriptions of the moot rituals (I can't find anything and have to make them up).
Kinks which may or may not be added later:Hate sex,Spanking,Fluff.
Fill: A King for Jarl Elisif 1/?
(Anonymous) 2014-01-20 02:24 am (UTC)(link)However, as the group progressed, she began to notice the carnage visited on her city. Black smoke hung acridly in the cold air. The town was peppered with fires in the aftermath of battle. Elisif tried not to look closely at the bodies which lay where they fell. They were the lucky ones, granted Sovngarde. Everyone else was left to grieve and rebuild their broken lives.
The rebels were amassing in the courtyard of Castle Dour, the cheering started, becoming loud almost deafening. Her escorts surprised her by avoiding that area entirely and heading towards the city gates. She suddenly felt a wild hope that perhaps she was being escorted out of the city. Maybe all was not lost and she would be allowed to leave Skyrim altogether.
That hope was quickly dashed when she was led into a grassy area near the alchemy shop. She saw several rebels standing near an open sewer apparently their destination . She hesitated to climb down the ladder, but felt she had no choice at this point. The sewer led to a crumbling abandoned stone tunnel covered with spider webs and dust. There was a lone stormcloak officer waiting for them carrying a torch.
She realized she was in the dungeons under Castle Dour. This must have originally been an escape route for its inhabitants; she had never known it existed. Her escorts quickly led her up some steep stairs into a small hall littered with loose bricks. It opened into an area which used to be officers quarters but was currently being used as a storage area. Fresh torches had been placed in the wall sconces so the room was well lit.
The second room which served as a sleeping area was dark She could barely make out shadowy beds and cupboards. There were two benches, several storage crates, and a large confiscated good chest pushed against the walls.
Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, Galmar Stone-Fist and a familiar looking orc were standing near the stairs leading to the main floor. Jarl Ulfric turned towards her group his eyes searching until they came to rest on her. A flash of relief flickered in his eyes, but his face was otherwise neutral as he nodded towards her.
In victory she had expected him to be larger than life, relishing the defeat of the empire. Instead the warrior standing before her seemed battle worn and tired, his steel armor splattered with dirt and blood. His strawberry blond hair was plastered to his head with sweat.
his eyes never left her as he spoke “ Lady Elisif, many of our people have died. Our children have been left as orphans to fend for themselves. We are overrun with bandits. Skyrim itself bleeds. It’s time to put aside our differences and come together to heal. Lady Elisif will you swear fealty to me so we can end our peoples suffering?
Every eye in the room was riveted on her, awaiting her answer. There were several less hurtful responses she could have given, but ice had encased her heart. She spit towards him and missed, “Never would I swear to a hypocrite such as you murderer“, she said flatly.
A King for Jarl Elisif 1a/?
(Anonymous) 2014-01-20 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)She heard footsteps approaching and braced herself for any type of physical violence, which never came. Instead the orc came to stand in front of her; and she realized why he seemed familiar. She was facing the savior of all Tamriel the Dragonborn!. There had been rumors floating about that he had joined the rebellion.
He had a lot to say, “Lady Elisif you chose the wrong side!,but you can make amends. General Tullius is dead. Your people are suffering.” He began to pace seemingly gathering his thoughts.
“What’s next for the Lady Elisif? Will the bards sing
of Elisif the Brave, who put her hatred aside for the sake of her people? If you forsake your allegiance to the emperor, your people will follow. They need you, Skyrim needs you…”, having said his piece he crossed him arms and waited.
The orc had made an eloquent argument, one she couldn’t dismiss out of hand. Her people! So many had fought with bravery and courage on her behalf. If she threw in her lot with Ulfric, would they see it as a betrayal, or a selfless act?
She couldn’t just abandon them to the Stormcloaks. Ulfric had hinted she could remain Jarl. Would she have any political power? Or would she be used as a simple pawn? She decided to test the waters “I will swear fealty on two conditions, general Tulluis’s remains will be returned to Cyrodiia with military honors for burial and Skyrims deposed Jarls will be given the choice of exile.
There was a stunned silence. Galmar was the first to react, he stalked towards her face red with anger, “Tulluis’s head will be on a pike!”. Ulfric raised his hand stopping him in his tracks “I would hear your reasons Lady Elisif”. His voice was neutral, but there was a gleam in his eyes which suggested he didn’t like her making demands. “ Lets make this simple General Tullius and the Jarls fought for what they believed in. By your own admission everyone should have that right”
She raised her chin daring him to refute her claims.
He didn’t even try, but something in his eyes promised retribution “So be it, but I have a condition of my own”. His gray eyes held her blue ones “You will walk out of here by my side, and swear to me tonight wearing my colors!” He turned to Galmar “Find her something suitable to wear.” Elisif felt her back stiffen, but did not argue. Stormcloak colors would not change who she was inside.
Clearly agitated, Galmar began to rummage through one of the confiscated goods chest considering and discarding several blue items. He finally settled on a rather worn blue party dress. Ulfric told her she could keep her own boots and cloak.
Ulfric turned to her escorts and dismissed the officer. The room emptied except for Elisif, Ulfric, Galmar and the Dragonborn. The orc went to stand in the doorway facing the stairs. Ulfric and Galmar just stood there waiting.
She finally realized they did not intend to leave the room. “Turn around please” she said trying to keep her voice as neutral as possible. Galmar began to speak softly as if afraid of spooking her, “Lady Elisif I’m sorry but we can‘t allow you privacy.”
She crossed her arms and just stood there. Minuets ticked by before Ulfric spoke “You’re trying my patience! Pride is misplaced in the vanquished and must be stomped out. I could have allowed everyone to stay, but I have granted you the courtesy of only the three of us”. He gestured to the males in the room.
The tension in the air became thick as she realized they were not backing down. She shrugged her shoulders and reached for the blue dress. Ulfric grabbed it first
“Lady Elisif you will have to disrobe to your skin. We can’t have you hiding weapons or anything dangerous".
She realized then that this was not only about the colors. It was also about demoralizing her.
A King for Jarl Elisif 1b/?
(Anonymous) 2014-01-20 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)With chilly dignity she deliberately ignored the males and slipped off her cloak and dress. She could feel goose bumps form along her skin as it became exposed to the chilly air. Wearing only her boots and undergarments she reached for the dress. Ulfric his gray eyes filled with pure malice, shook his head “Remove the small cloths”. Elisif was feeling more and more anger, this was beyond unreasonable.
Bolgeir Bearclaw had often said that her face was to expressive, portraying her emotions. He had counseled her to learn to control it. Bolgeir her trusted housecarl had not survived the invasion of the Blue Palace. Thinking of him and Torygg her late husband returned her resolve to her. Even though she was on the losing side, she would carry herself like the Jarl she was. They would expect no less from her.
In an act of defiance, she focused her eyes on the wall and forced a blank expression onto her face. Let them stare at her body, She would deny them any reactions. She removed her undergarments in a no nonsense manner and again reached for the blue dress. Ulfric still refused to relinquish it. She had no inkling of his reasons, unless it was to shame her. Well she refused to feel ashamed. Nor did she attempt to cover her body in any way. A nord with so little honor was not worthy of her embarrassment.
So she stood there wearing her nudity like the grandest of robes. The Dragonborn said “This reflects more poorly on you Jarl Ulfric than the Lady Elisif”. Ulfric ignored him walking around her in a circle . She could feel those eyes of his moving over her body, lingering on her breast and hips.
When he had taken in all she had to offer, he handed her the garment. Only when she was completely covered did she deign to even look at him. Speaking in the most haughity voice she could manage, she asked “Shall we proceed Jarl Ulfric?’
Re: A King for Jarl Elisif 1b/?
(Anonymous) 2014-01-22 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)